EyeoftheWild
Well-known member
Jro, today I posted something on another thread, which was directed to you, but I decided to delete it. Like anyone else on this board I only wish you the best. I have my own ways about how I help, and I will be the first to admit that I have failed resoundingly at times. I was harsh with you in my last post and I would like to apologize for that. My sentiments haven't changed, but I do believe that you are just trying to do the best that you can and to make sense out of your life the best way you know how. I have had my own struggles and so I am no stranger to the various coping mechanisms that one uses to get through a day. I have had many arguments on this forum. Some initiated by me and some by others. At one time, there were most definitely two camps, and the fighting was quite acrimonious at times, as well as fun. (at least for me)
I wouldn't have to say much, I would throw my bone out and then watch the fur fly as everyone tried to justify their point of view. We all see things through our own filters, and so it is that mostly people just argue about their own insecurities and seldom to the point at hand. This kind of arguing/coping only serves to keep us as people stuck. Each question brings up a new question, and so, in the end, nothing is ever resolved. At some point we need to take a stand and believe in ourselves.Before getting bfs I was the ultimate people pleaser and avoided confrontation as much as possible. I seldom argued with people, because I didn't want people to dislike me. This led to me feeling stuck, and in turn powered me down into an uneasy complacency. I had begun my life as a passionate person, full of vigor, but I became functioning shell. Oh, not on the outside. Part of the conundrum of feeling inadequate is to make others believe you are capable. Not through heroic deeds of your own, but through helping in the deeds of others. It really amounts to being too afraid to be passionate, because that might cost us, it might leave us vulnerable. So, in my case, I plugged along, being everything to everybody, not even realizing how miserable I was, or how much of my life I had wasted. Boo Hoo on me.
So, enter bfs and my psyche gets a shock. Such a shock that momentarily I am naked, vulnerable, authentic. I grasp that it is my life, not any one else's. I don't need anyone's permission to live it and sure as hell don't need doctors poking and probing me when they are as deluded as the next person. Life was in the offing and I was going to taste of every sweet thing that came my way.Have I faltered? Hell yeah. I have crashed and burned a few times, but I know now what is worth putting my energies to and what is not. And what is not, my friends, is using up our wonderful, miraculous, stupefyingly magnificent, psyches with worry over improbable connections and infinitesimally tiny maybes. Time isn't stopping for us, or haven't you noticed?
Basso



